Chapter 500: Hell-Level Difficulty

Chapter 500: Chapter 500: Hell-Level Difficulty

Nicole’s abilities were something Han Dong had learned about in advance.

In addition to her eight-claw attack ability, Nicole also excelled at deep-sea magic… a rare kind of magic similar to the Yellow Sand Secret Method, which was further strengthened by her deep-sea royal bloodline.

However,

this kind of deep-sea spell generally lacks offensive power, focusing mainly on ‘healing’ and ‘trapping’.

The ‘Deep Sea Prison’ is the strongest binding spell Nicole currently has at her disposal.

Before the war started, Han Dong personally tested its effects.

Being overwhelmed by seawater, Han Dong wasn’t just physically immobilized… more importantly, there was a strange feeling of his consciousness being dragged into the deep sea.

If Han Dong’s determination was not strong enough, he might completely immerse himself in it and be unable to extract himself.

Thus, Han Dong chose Nicole to use this move against the Count… Using the feint of tentacle chase concealed the initial setup of the Deep Sea Prison, successfully trapping the Count.

However…

“Sir Messenger, he seems completely unaffected by the ‘Call of the Deep Sea’… I cannot hold on much longer like this!”

The Count, imprisoned in the Deep Sea Prison, curled his lips upward, maintaining his [Manic Laughter].

[Manic Laughter] – Significantly increases mental resistance, reducing by 90% the impacts and restraining effects on the mind (higher level mental abilities gradually reduce this effect), enabling the brain to stay clear at all times.

This is the perverted nature of the laughter attribute.

It allows an individual to maintain the best combat condition and full firepower before completely dying.

Gurgle! A large number of bubbles were rising within the Deep Sea Prison.

Nicole’s energy was rapidly consumed as she forcibly maintained the prison.

“Just a moment…”

The ‘Black Crow Spear’ was clutched in Han Dong’s hand.

Fully activating the attack trait of Duo Zeya, fusing it with the magic staff.

Transforming the staff into an epic long spear, still powered by the Energy Crystal Stone, it was tremendously destructive.

The black, cold, and sharp crow’s beak served as the spear’s tip.

The spiral, black-feathered spear shaft was tightly held between Han Dong’s fully unleashed G Arms.

The center of gravity was lowered, legs spread in a bow stance.

“Ah!”

He shouted forcefully.

All the muscles in his body worked in unison, concentrating his strength in his right hand.

Just half a second before throwing, the Little Demon Eye noticed a detail… the bubbles in the Deep Sea Prison were increasing sharply, as if it could no longer contain the Count.

Before throwing, Han Dong deliberately adjusted the angle of the spear slightly upward.

Whoosh!!

The spear was thrown, transforming into a dark crow charging straight at the Count.

Meanwhile, a flash of blood!

The Deep Sea Prison was forcibly shattered by the Count using his surge of blood energy at this moment.

The blood wings rapidly ascended, attempting to evade the spear’s penetration.

Who would have known…

The distance of the Count’s ascend matched perfectly with Han Dong’s minor adjustment, Little Demon Eye’s prediction was perfectly executed.

Although Manic Laughter could neutralize most of the mental impacts, a faint illusion of the deep sea was still flickering in the Count’s mind… With his mind in chaos, he had no time to block.

Caw!!

The Black Crow Spear accurately penetrated the Heart of Blood.

The dark magic surging within further amplified the damage to the Count’s heart and body, even revealing a dark glow from the lighthouse subtly flashing beneath the Count’s skin.

Splutter!!

The Count, struck in the heart, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, obviously suffering from a primordial wound.

However, the accumulated force of the spear still remained.

Using feather barbs, it tightly stuck to the body, carrying the Count in continued flight…

Ding!

The spearhead pierced into the wall of the theatre, pinning the Count to the wall.

‘Sand Seal’

His left hand clenched tightly.

A yellow sand ribbon bearing the mark of the scarab beetle sprouted from within the wall, binding the Count’s arms, legs, and neck respectively, while maximizing the effect of ‘Sandification’ to erode the Count’s body.

Han Dong had already sprung into action the moment he had thrown his spear.

The second the Count was fixed in place, Han Dong had already arrived.

There wasn’t the slightest of delays in the whole process, he wouldn’t afford the Count any chance to recover.

Squish…

‘Tentacles’ overflowed from the Faceless Skull.

Han Dong slapped the top of the Count’s head.

The spotted tentacles penetrated the skull, invaded the brain comprehensively, and caused fundamental destruction.

This move would have been a killing blow under any previous circumstances.

It not only could destroy brain tissue, but could also completely disrupt consciousness, even affecting the soul’s plane… Even life outside the city would be contaminated and completely killed.

But…

From beginning to end, the Count’s crimson smile never changed… His completely torn mouth always maintaining an expression of manic laughter.

His heart was pierced by a spear with immense power and destructive black magic.

His relatively weak neck, due to the binding of yellow sand, was completely sandified, with a broken trachea and arterial vessels exposed.

His brain was invaded by the tentacles, stirring up his consciousness, touching the soul.

However…

“Hahaha! Ahahaha!”

Mad laughter echoed through the theater.

Influenced by the laughter, the blood dispersed inside the theater gathered on its own into blood bats, hovering in the air.

“Was the laughter attribute actually able to resist this degree of brain invasion?!”

The sense of danger made Han Dong’s back break out in a cold sweat.

He decisively gave up.

Han Dong immediately pulled out his spear and retreated back to the stage area of the theater.

Although Han Dong has always known that the most terrifying and difficult thing about the Scarlet Count, who feeds on “Blood Brew”, was his ‘life force,’ he had not expected that such an extent of attack would still not reach the Count’s root.

“As I thought… it’s a hell-level of deviance difficulty.”

Duo Zeya separated from the magic staff.

He turned into a crow and perched on Han Dong’s shoulder.

Upon close observation, it could be seen that this timid crow was trembling violently, only the tremor was very small.

Such an attack that didn’t manage to kill the Count, only achieving a ‘medium damage,’ scared Duo Zeya almost to the point of peeing itself.

‘The Raven’ held in Han Dong’s hand, stared coldly at the Count.

As the blood bats converged, the wounds all over the Count’s body healed immediately.

“Hoo…” Han Dong took a deep breath… preparing to use his first trump card.

…

“Cough cough…”

A pool of primordial blood was coughed up by the Count as he broke free from the binding.

“How exciting! The series of attacks you gave me not giving me a single chance to react… The dark light rampaging inside my body was really uncomfortable.

And also, the level of your tentacles, is actually on par with mine… If I hadn’t had special means to protect my soul, I would have really been killed by you.

Lord Nicholas, you really didn’t disappoint me.

Because I lean towards the ‘graceful posture’ of humans, I haven’t completely undone the seal on my body for about twelve years… But, your performance really thrilled me!”

Whoosh!

The cross stuck on his right wrist was pulled out.

This time.

It’s not as simple as just the change of the Count’s arm.

‘Blood Banquet’

A domain belonging to a mature deviant demon spread out from beneath the Count’s feet.

The entire theater changed because of this, with red liquid continuously overflowing from the wooden seats, carpeted floor, and stage partitions…

The true body of the Scarlet Baron appeared.